Summary: Bastien and his new girlfriend have fun in her bedroom.
Author’s note: This takes place before The Royal Romance, when Bastien was a university student.
As Juliette opened the front door, Bastien stepped inside. He pulled her close and kissed her. “It’s good to see you.”
Juliette reached for his hand and began leading him towards the staircase. “Come on up.”
“Are we alone?” Although he didn’t see anyone else, he could hear the sound of a television blaring.
“My dad’s home, but he’s busy watching football. He won’t bother us.”
Bastien hoped she was right. He and Juliette had only been dating for a few weeks. He had picked her up and dropped her off, but hadn’t been in her bedroom yet. He could imagine what they might get up to, though, since they had already slept together a couple of times. The thought of her father being so close by wasn’t exactly putting him in the mood.
“Are you sure? That could be awkward. And your father barely knows me. I don’t want to make a bad impression on him.”
“Yes! Come on.” Juliette took a step and pulled Bastien onto the stairs with her. She guided him up the staircase, down the hall, and to her bedroom.
Once they were inside her bedroom, Bastien quietly shut the door. He turned towards Juliette and saw that she was already sitting on the bed. Still feeling nervous about Juliette’s father being home, Bastien glanced around the room. A large picture of Paris, prominently featuring the Eiffel Tower, hung above her bed.
“Nice picture. Have you been to Paris?”
“Yes, many times. My grandparents were from there. They moved to Cordonia before my dad was born, but went back to visit a lot. We took lots of family trips to France.”
“That must have been fun.” He walked over to her dresser and picked up a framed photo of a couple and two children. He recognized Juliette’s father, and the girl appeared to be Juliette. “Is this your family?”
Juliette nodded. “That was taken in the French Riviera. Those were good times.”
“Looks like it. Hope you’ve had many more.”
Juliette frowned. “Not in a while. My mom died five years ago.”
Bastien immediately regretted his words. Although he had only met Juliette’s father, he hadn’t been sure if her mother lived with them. Her parents could have been divorced. And he hadn’t spent enough time at her house to know who else might be living there. Juliette would have been about fourteen when she lost her mother. That had to have been difficult for her. He put down the photo and took a seat beside her on the bed. “I’m so sorry. I had no idea.”
“You couldn’t have known. I never said anything. I don’t really like talking about it. Bad memories, you know? It was sudden. She was in a car accident.”
“You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.” Bastien put his arm around her. “What about your brother?” The boy in the photo appeared to be several years older than Juliette, so he very well might have moved out.
“He’s not around any more either. As soon as he finished school, he moved to Corsica. He visits occasionally, but not that often.”
“I bet you miss him too.” Bastien looked into her eyes. “I’m sorry. I hope I didn’t upset you.”
“It’s OK. I know how you can cheer me up.” Juliette leaned in and kissed him, gently at first, then more passionately. She placed her hand on his leg and began moving it upward, until she reached his inner thigh. She rubbed his crotch, then started to unzip his pants.
Bastien could feel himself becoming aroused, but he was still put off by the idea that her father was downstairs. “Should we do this? I mean, I want to, but your dad’s home.”
“Don’t worry. You’ll forget that soon.” She pulled off his pants and underwear, then slid off the bed and onto the floor. She knelt in front of him, then grasped his cock. She pulled back his foreskin, then began swirling her tongue around the head.
As Juliette took him all the way into her mouth, all he could think of was how good it felt. He reached down and grasped her head in his hands. As the pleasure intensified, he tugged on her hair. He could feel that he was getting close. As he spilled his seed down her throat, he bit his lip to stifle a moan.
Juliette swallowed, then climbed back onto the bed. “Ready for some more fun?”
“I think it’s your turn now.” He removed his shirt, then undressed her. He lay her down and began kissing his way down her body. He pulled her thighs apart, then lowered his head. As he tasted her pussy, he started to become excited again. While he sucked on her clit, he slipped a finger inside her and moved it in and out.
Juliette began to moan. As her cries grew louder, Bastien got nervous. What if her father could hear what they were doing?
“Uh, hold on a moment.” Bastien stood up and turned on the radio, which was set to Cordonia’s hard rock/heavy metal station. He turned up the volume, then got back on the bed. “Sorry for the interruption.”
As Bastien went down on Juliette, “Holy Diver” by Dio came on.
Holy diver
You’ve been down too long in the midnight sea
Oh, what’s becoming of me?
Ride the tiger
You can see his stripes but you know he’s clean
Oh, don’t you see what I mean?
Juliette pulled Bastien up to her and kissed him, then flipped him over. She gripped his cock and stroked it until it was once again fully erect.
“Time to ride you, mon tigre.” She straddled him, and they moved their hips together, matching the rhythm of the music.
Between the velvet lies
There’s a truth that’s hard as steel, yeah
The vision never dies
Life’s a never ending wheel
“Oh, yes! Harder! Faster!” she cried out. Bastien picked up the pace, thrusting harder and deeper.
Holy diver
You’re the star of the masquerade
No need to look so afraid
Jump, jump
Jump on the tiger
You can feel his heart but you know he’s mean
Some light can never be seen, yeah
Juliette bounced up and down on top of Bastien, her breasts jiggling. Her cries grew louder, and her walls tightened around his cock. As she went over the edge, Bastien found his own release. When they stopped moving, he pulled her close and kissed her deeply.
“You rock my world, ma belle.”
He held her in his arms, cuddling her close. He was already falling hard for her. He had a feeling that this was the start of something serious.